I have come to the creek
to lay down my grief
beside the trees whose roots
creep into the stone-laden water.

I can not sink my grief,
I tried for years
to climb into the ferocious sea
and drown my pain.

but the sea doesn't pick and choose,
I nearly drowned too.

So I take my mourning,
lay it beside me on the dirt
hoping it will sow something.

I can't lay all of it,
no,
I'll carry it until I see you again.